User:ARCHYVER/Sandbox/kindred brooch
--Giantkin-Grot'karesh using Grot'karesh Brooch--
Fist Person view
P>.kindred
[Script kindred is running, Esc to cancel, Shift-Esc to pause]
>turn my fibula
Curling your fingers around the collar of your titian bearskin shirt, you reassure yourself tht your glaes fibula is still hidden there.
P>twist my fibula
Untwisting the collar of your titian bearskin shirt, you reveal a crimson glaes fibula.
P>remove my fibula
Lifting the collar of your titian bearskin shirt, you tug your glaes fibula free and let the fabric fall back in place.
P>wear my fibula
Lifting the collar of your titian bearskin shirt away from your bronze skin, you fasten a crimson glaes fibula to it and then let it fall back into place.
P>touch my fibula
You trace a pair of crossed knotwork hammers of your clan in your glaes fibula and well with pride for your people, remembering that Despana will return and you must be ready.
P>pound my fibula
You ball your hand into a fist and pound it against a crimson glaes fibula worn at your shoulder. Once for the honor of your clan. Once more for the wisdom of your ancestors. And lastly, for the determination to bring personal valor to your name. Feeling your courage stirred, you steel yourself for the task ahead.
P>ponder my fibula
In a moment of deep reverence, you slip your eyes closed and you touch a pair of crossed knotwork hammers on your glaes fibula with the tips of your fingers. You hear the words of your shamans and wise woman of the Kindred people, the drone of their songs filling you and steeling your heart to the pain yet to come.
P>cover my fibula
You lay your palm across a pair of crossed knotwork hammers on your glaes fibula, your fingers curling around the glaes edges, and bow your head in a moment of respect for all those that have come before you, for all those who have fallen at your side, and for those that are yet to come.
3rd person view of Grot'Karesh giantkin wearing Grot'karesh brooch
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Curling his fingers around the collar of his titian bearskin shirt, Voltung idly toys with the fabric there for a brief moment.
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Untwisting the collar of his titian bearskin shirt, Voltung reveals a crimson glaes fibula.
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Lifting the collar of his titian bearskin shirt, Voltung tugs his glaes fibula free and then lets the fabric fall back into place.
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Lifting the collar of his titian bearskin shirt away from his bronze skin, Voltung fastens a crimson glaes fibula to it and then lets it fall back into place.
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Voltung traces a pair of crossed knotwork hammers symbol on his glaes fibula and stands a little taller for a moment, his eyes briefly unfocused.
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Voltung balls his hand into a fist and pounds it against a crimson glaes fibula worn at his shoulder. Once, twice, and three times he strikes as a fierce look of determination settles about him.
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In a moment of deep reverence, Voltung slips his eyes closed and touches a pair of crossed knotwork hammers on his glaes fibula with the tips of his fingers.
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Voltung lays his open palm across a pair of crossed knotwork hammers on his glaes fibula, his fingers curling around the glaes edges, and bows his head in a momentary display of respect.
Non Giant - wearing unlocked Grot'karesh Brooch
>.kindred
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>turn my fibula
Lifting your glaes fibula, you turn the collar of your white cotton shirt so that the piece is hidden against your brown skin.
>twist my fibula
Untwisting the collar of your white cotton shirt, you reveal a crimson glaes fibula.
>remove my fibula
Lifting the collar of your white cotton shirt, you tug your glaes fibula free and let the fabric fall back in place.
>wear my fibula
Lifting the collar of your white cotton shirt away from your brown skin, you fasten a crimson glaes fibula to it and then let it fall back into place.
>touch my fibula
You trace the lines of your glaes fibula, your fingers following every curve and line to their end.
>pound my fibula
Balling your hand into a fist, you pound on your sternum as you try to stiffle your laugh in a cough, causing your glaes fibula to bob up and down in a comical fashion just at the edges of your vision.
>ponder my fibula
You tilt your glaes fibula into the ambient light, your eyes following its curves as you ponder a great many things.
>cover my fibula
You place your hand on your heart, your fingers brushing the edges of your glaes fibula.
3rd person view of non Giant- wearing unlocked Grot'karesh Brooch
Lifting his glaes fibula, Siggurd turns the collar of his white cotton shirt so that the piece is hidden against his brown skin.
Untwisting the collar of his white cotton shirt, Siggurd reveals a crimson glaes fibula.
Lifting the collar of his white cotton shirt, Siggurd tugs his glaes fibula free and then lets the fabric fall back into place.
Your heightened awareness of your foes fades away.
Lifting the collar of his white cotton shirt away from his brown skin, Siggurd fastens a crimson glaes fibula to it and then lets it fall back into place.
Siggurd traces the lines of his glaes fibula, his fingers following every curve and line.
Balling his hand into a fist, Siggurd pounds on his sternum, causing his glaes fibula to bob rapidly up and down. Is he okay?
Siggurd tilts his glaes fibula into the ambient light, his eyes moving over its curves as he loses himself in thought.
Siggurd places his hand over his heart, his fingers brushing the edges of his glaes fibula.